[Jacob]

At last the Reptilian slinked into the Towns entrance. Passing the sign that clearly stated 'Village of Pyke: Welcome'. The sky was dark and the only light that was being emitted was from that of the moon and the torch-street lamps that lit the street. Hardly anybody was outside and the one's who were, were 'working the streets' awaiting beings that would be able to pay for certain 'services'. Injin did not care much for beings like this, he believed in a live and let live policy but if he ever had to kill anything he would always go for the Call girls. Everytime. Aside from the women speaking and divulging enthrawlling stories of love, lust and hate all was quiet. It was a perfect place for Injin to sleep and re-think certain events in his life, but to also plan things for the future. Crouching down on all fours Injin then pushed himself up with his hind legs. Leaping through the air he landed on top of a thatched roof. Surprisingly the roof took his weight with ease. He then proceeded to leap from roof to roof until he was satisfied with the materials used to make it. If all was well he would then spend the night on that roof, the town citizens being oblivious to this. As he landed on his fourth roof his paws were met with the nice, soft warm feeling of moss and straw. It was a welcoming feeling and he knew he would be able to drift off into his dream world instantly.

Male voice: "Yaahh, seeyaz LokÃ*. Same time tomorrow's, ok?"

Female voice: "Okie hun. Ta-ta."

Injin poked his head over the edge of the roof and looked down at the ground, a male Mudokon-like figure stepped from the inside of the cottage and made his way down the street.

Injin: "Damn Whorez."

He muttered this, not wanting to give away his place of rest. No-one would care if he was able to speak or not...he was Reptilian and all Reptilians were, according to towns/city folk, bloodthirsty hunters. As Injin watched the Mud go down the street and pass through the light of a street lamp he had, yet another, vision. This time it was a more realistic one. To Injin the realistic one's were shabby and drab, and thats what seperated the realism to fantasy. Fantasy is a world full of monsters and magick whereas realism is a world full of Lawyers and writs. The vision was actually of the Mudokon, it was set in this village and was of the Mud getting beaten up by a group of Orkhids. It was a quick vision but ended in a mixture of tearing flesh and the Mudokon with black eyeballs. Injin was somewhat disturbed by this as he had never seen such a thing before...but it phased him for mere seconds and no sooner had he envisioned it was he thinking of the next day and resting his head on the roof. Heading slowly to sleep.